poetry by j matthew waters

running inside and out of poverty

the finish line is barely visible
a thin papered strip of memories
held in place by bookend angels
with nothing but time to burn

sometimes the light is further
than what side view mirrors can see
other times up front and flashing
like an ambulance called on the scene
its influence fading inside a
tunnel of diminishing returns
where mind and body separate
if only for a moment in time

innocent lives cast inside
neighborhoods mostly off limits
practice running and gunning
and killing lights that
one day were once inspiring

september two thousand fifteen
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14 thoughts on “running inside and out of poverty

  1. This is a powerful and potent poem, and very moving. We live in times where the social divide grows daily. That said, here in the UK, there may be a glimmer of hope for the future on the political front.

  2. Pleasant Street on said:

    This really speaks to me. Chicago had a bad summer again, last Wednesday, 8 murders in one day. It feels like it will get worse before it gets better.

  3. Your poetry shows an amazing intelligence behind the words…and great insight into the subjects you choose.

  4. Excellent and compelling poem! All my best wishes. Aquileana ⭐

  5. So much sorrow in our world…we have to continue to do what we can…however small we deem it

  6. Lara/Trace on said:

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